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The Great Little Hunter
Pinspired Philippines, 2022

The Boy The Girl
The Rat The Rabbit
and the Last Magic Days
Chapbook, 2018

Republic of Carnage:
Three Horror Stories
For the Way We Live Now
Chapbook, 2018

Bamboo Girls:
Stories and Poems
From a Forgotten Life
Ateneo de Naga University Press, 2018

Don't Tell Anyone:
Literary Smut
With Shakira Andrea Sison
Pride Press / Anvil Publishing, 2017

Cupful of Anger,
Bottle Full of Smoke:
The Stories of
Jose V. Montebon Jr.
Silliman Writers Series, 2017

First Sight of Snow
and Other Stories
Encounters Chapbook Series
Et Al Books, 2014

Celebration: An Anthology to Commemorate the 50th Anniversary of the Silliman University National Writers Workshop
Sands and Coral, 2011-2013
Silliman University, 2013

Handulantaw: Celebrating 50 Years of Culture and the Arts in Silliman
Tao Foundation and Silliman University Cultural Affairs Committee, 2013

Inday Goes About Her Day
Locsin Books, 2012

Beautiful Accidents: Stories
University of the Philippines Press, 2011

Heartbreak & Magic: Stories of Fantasy and Horror
Anvil, 2011

Old Movies and Other Stories
National Commission for Culture
and the Arts, 2006

FutureShock Prose: An Anthology of Young Writers and New Literatures
Sands and Coral, 2003
Nominated for Best Anthology
2004 National Book Awards
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IAN ROSALES CASOCOT
Friday, April 01, 2005
9:13 PM |
Bubble-Ganged
Bubble Gang was shooting in Dumaguete today.
I mean,
seriously.
This is no April Fool's joke, people.
Although that would have been appropriate,
no?
But really.Saw Antonio Aquitania naked, at least waist up. Seemed chubbier than I saw him last. In the Bench underwear show. Cebu version. Several eons ago.
I wanted to high-five Michael V. Or Ogie Alcasid, who was in drag. He looked strangely like Michelle van Eimeren.
They were shooting in the new CBA Building in Silliman. Then the Ballfield. There were hordes of Dumaguete
jologs wanting to get a glimpse of their comedy idols. It was all very embarassing. I still remember the days when a true Dumagueteno would just snob these people every time they came to town. Some people older than me still recound the times Christopher de Leon and a host of other movie stars descended on Dumaguete to shoot Kamakalawa, and nobody gave them a second look. Not even when they were strolling down our main streets, or watching a movie downtown, or visiting the girls in Silliman's dorms.
Nobody looked. Now, we have become like the rest of showbiz-infatuated Philippines.
What happened? Today, Kuya Moe was running around, borrowing people's sneakers. The Dumaguete extras weren't wearing any. He would just approach any flabbergasted bystander and tell them to hand-over their footwear, pronto.
This is no April Fool joke.
Seriously.
Nobody punked me today, though.
Which is just so sad.
On that note, I am announcing to the world I have decided to become a transgendered woman.
Seriously.
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